Chapter 6 Assassin: "Princess, please spare your life, Crown Princess, please spare your life..." The two slaves immediately kowtowed in fear, but Jing Yirong seemed not to have heard. He stopped looking at the two slaves and turned around to look at the two slaves who were kneeling on the ground.
Xiao Chazi said, "Do you know why I don't kill you or lock you up?"
"I don't know." Xiao Zhazi pressed his head tightly against the ground, fearing that he would make Jing Yirong unhappy.
Jing Yirong smiled, "Because you are obedient enough. When Huatang asked you to be frivolous towards me, you were obviously not willing but you still did it. I need such a slave."
Xiao Zhazi said tremblingly, "The princess is not afraid of her servants being disloyal?"
"Loyalty is a word that does not exist in this world. I don't need anyone's heart. I just want to be obedient. I know that Huatang has raised your family. From now on, I will accept all your family members. As long as I am here,
I will ensure that they enjoy a day of glory. Now all you have to say is, are you willing to do something for me?" Jing Yirong never did anything he was unsure of, and as expected, Xiao Chazi nodded.
Jing Yirong frowned slightly again, "I hate tacky names, from now on you will be called Cha Fangzhuo."
"Cha Fangzhuo obeys orders." His life changed.
"You have been in the palace for several years and you know who should be used and who should not be used. Pick out all the disobedient people in the palace and replace them with new ones." Jing Yirong didn't believe all the servants now.
Zha Fangzhuo nodded and accepted the order to retreat.
Jing Yirong ignored the pleas of the two slaves in the cell and prepared to leave after explaining. If anyone hurt her in the slightest, she would definitely retaliate.
Looking up, Nalan Qingyi's mournful and heartbroken gaze fell on Jing Yirong.
"I am not your Jing Yirong," Jing Yirong was silent for a long time and finally told the truth.
Nalan Qingyi smiled bitterly, "I know."
In the room, silence remained between the two of them. Jing Yirong finally spoke, "You know I'm not Jing Yirong?"
"The witch doctor told me when he saved you that it would be impossible to save you because of your fate. If I really want to go against the will of heaven and save you, the only result will be a drastic change in your temperament, which can also be said to be a change in your soul.
.Except for your appearance, you are no longer the same Jing Yirong you were before, including of course the relationship between us."
Jing Yirong sneered, "If that's the case, why do we need to save her?"
"Although there are many people accompanying me in this palace, I still feel lonely. If Yi Rong leaves again, I will really be alone for the rest of my life. Even if you are no longer you, your appearance will not change at least.
I am still familiar with it." Nalan Qingyi's face showed bitterness, and there was a faint sadness between his eyebrows that could not be gone away.
Jing Yirong's eyes were scornful, "Life is destined to be lonely. It's useless to look sad if you are lonely at all."
"I know you dislike me," Nalan Qingyi said warmly, "but I still want to stay with you. How about this body you occupy as a condition of interaction? Don't leave me no matter what.
, I can pretend that you are Jing Yirong from before, I just hope that you can guard her body and stay with me."
Jing Yirong frowned, "Are you ordering me?"
"It's a request." Nalan Qingyi said sincerely, "You are not the one who can give orders."
Jing Yirong stood up and said, "Do you know me well? It's okay not to leave, but you are not allowed to interfere in anything I do in the future, and you are not allowed to have contrary opinions."
"Can you just try not to kill anyone?" Nalan Qingyi couldn't help but say.
Jing Yirong approached Nalan Qingyi, "As long as they don't mess with me, I won't touch them." The implication is that she will never be merciful to anyone who messes with her Jing Yirong.
Nalan Qingyi sighed silently, this might be her best guarantee.
"But it's a miracle that you can survive until now." Jing Yirong sneered coldly, "Don't you really think that everyone around you is sincere to you?"
"Don't trust those you employ, and don't trust those you doubt," Nalan Qingyi smiled slightly, "Of course I believe they are sincere to me."
"Naive, you probably don't know how many people are spying on your position as prince. Do you think that Jing Yirong's poisoning was just an accident?"
Nalan Qingyi was surprised, "Could it be that there is another hidden secret?"
It's really stupid, Jing Yirong thought in his mind but unexpectedly didn't say it out loud, inexplicably wanting to preserve his ignorance.
"Tenth Prince, don't go in." An urgent old voice reached my ears from outside the house.
"Go away." This was followed by a baby's milky voice.
Nalan Qingyi and Jing Yirong looked at each other and followed the sound. They saw a six-year-old boy running towards him with an angry look, followed by an old man over fifty years old, panting.
"Who is he?" Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi.
Before Nalan Qingyi could answer, the boy ran up to Jing Yirong, stretched out his foot and hit Jing Yirong, "You bad woman, you arrested my mother. Bad woman, bad woman."
"Zhi Jin." Nalan Qingyi immediately stepped forward and grabbed the boy's hand, "Stop fighting, can I take you out to play?"
"No, no." Nalan Zhijin struggled, still looking at Jing Yirong with angry eyes, "You bad woman, you captured my mother, give her back to me."
Jing Yirong looked at the handsome man in front of her. She didn't expect that Huatang would have such a delicate child, "Why do you want me to give her back to me?"
Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong helplessly, "He is just a child."
"What are you capable of?" Jing Yirong completely ignored Nalan Qingyi's words and squatted down to look at Nalan Zhijin, "Just because you call her a bad woman, you think you can save your mother? Little one,
You are too young. But I can tell you a way, which is to go back and learn martial arts. Maybe in a few years you will be able to defeat me, and then I will be willing to give your mother back to you."
"Beat you?" Nalan Zhijin was stunned, no longer struggling and just thinking about Jing Yirong's words.
Jing Yirong nodded, "Of course, I can only listen to you if you defeat me. Otherwise, why do you think I should be afraid of you?"
The little body seemed to understand Nalan Zhijin's words, and withdrew his hand and glared at Jing Yirong, "I will go back to the master to practice martial arts now. When I succeed, I will kill you and take back my mother."
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After saying that, he left without looking back. The poor palace maid who had just stood still hurriedly chased after her, "Tenth Prince, please wait for me."
"Why do you have to teach him this?" Nalan Qingyi was slightly dissatisfied.
Jing Yi didn't answer but said: "He is more promising than you."
Nalan Qingyi looked at the door closed in front of her, thinking about what Jing Yirong had just said to Nalan Zhijin, and suddenly understood something.
Huatang was not favored in the first place, but he still acted unreasonably and offended many people in the palace. Now that he has completely lost power, Zhijin has lost someone to rely on. He will definitely be bullied. At this time, learning martial arts is the only way to protect himself.
However, if there is no legitimate reason, I am afraid that a pampered five-year-old prince will not think of practicing martial arts to resist no matter how much he is bullied.
Jing Yirong, is this what you think in your heart? You are no longer my Jing Yirong, but I am still the Nalan Qingyi.
It was night again, and the moon quietly crept up into the night sky. Thanks to the moonlight, people's faces could be clearly seen on the originally black knees. Jing Yirong had gone to bed early, and there was no need to keep his eyes open late at night since he had no mission.
There were sudden sounds outside the house. If you weren't paying attention, you might have thought it was just the wind. Jing Yirong suddenly opened his eyes and realized that something was wrong. If he hadn't been used to light sleep, he might not have noticed anything strange.
He stood up slowly and stood behind the screen in the room, waiting quietly for the man who used a knife to steal the door bolt. Sure enough, after a while, the door was gently pushed open, and a black figure appeared in the slit, holding the knife in his right hand.
Shining brightly in the moonlight, the entire face except for a pair of eyes was covered under a black cloth.
The hand holding the knife used a little more strength, and the murderous look in his eyes was fierce. The hand holding the knife quickly fell down, but I felt something strange. When I stretched out my hand to check, there was no one there. When I turned around, I realized something was wrong. There was already a figure.
He flew over and kicked himself in the chest.
The man in black fell on the bed, quickly stood up and looked at Jing Yirong, who was wearing plain clothes, holding the knife, "Who are you?"
"You don't even know the person you want to kill, so what qualifications do you have to stand here." After Jing Yirong said that, he kicked him in the air again. Even though the man in black blocked it with a knife, he still took a few steps back, "You
Not the Crown Princess, the Crown Princess does not know martial arts."
"You really came to kill me," Jing Yi's starry eyes narrowed slightly, "Who sent you here."
"I'm afraid you'll die if you find out," the man in black knew that he had entered the wrong door, so he stood firm and slashed at Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong deftly turned sideways to avoid the man in black's knife, and immediately extended a kick from behind to hit the man in black in the back. The man in black stumbled and rolled out of the room, and Jing Yirong immediately followed.
, but I don’t know when dozens more men in black appeared in the entire courtyard.
"Do you know why there are always scenes where there are more enemies than fewer?" Jing Yirong's eyes were cold, and then he said disdainfully, "Because the party with more people must be idiots, so they can only win with quality."
"We'll see if you're still arrogant after we kill you." As soon as the leading man in black finished speaking, dozens of men in black swarmed up.
Jing Yirong's dexterous body moved easily among the men in black. Although the man in black's martial arts was not low, it was still far behind her. In order to kill a gang leader, she once fought one against a hundred.
Two men in black were slashing at Jing Yirong head-on. Jing Yirong had jumped behind the man in black with a light leap. He bent his feet backwards in mid-air and kicked the man in black to the ground.
The body did not fall to the ground, but both hands grabbed the wrists of the men in black who rushed forward one after another. The whole body spun half a circle in the air. The two men in black lined up and screamed in pain, and the knives had already fallen to the ground.
Jing Yirong picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground and slashed at the man in black who was trying to attack her from behind. The knife rose and fell. Before the man in black could react, his right arm had already fallen to the ground and blood spurted out.
, soaked Jing Yirong's clothes.
"Trash." Jing Yirong stood in the wind, her messy hair dancing wantonly in the wind. The smell of blood immediately hit her nostrils. Jing Yirong glanced at the man in black who was covered with bruises, "You are just looking for death."